[And her scent and the distinct, unique weight of her eyes, he remembers. Not that she will notice that he has picked up on her presence, of course.
Not until he's finished the Fruit, brought the mask back over the lower half of his face, and stood up. He moves towards the tree a stone's throw away from him, and starts picking more Fruits. His soldiers will want some, and --]
Want one?
[Asking that of the girl, as he looks over his shoulder and straight in her direction.]
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Not until he's finished the Fruit, brought the mask back over the lower half of his face, and stood up. He moves towards the tree a stone's throw away from him, and starts picking more Fruits. His soldiers will want some, and --]
Want one?
[Asking that of the girl, as he looks over his shoulder and straight in her direction.]